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Kloseman: I didn't see you in church last Sunday.
Keen: Don't doubt it. I took up the collection.
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A Southern family had a coal-black cook named Sarah, and when her husband was killed in an accident Sarah appeared on the day of the funeral dressed in a sable outfit except in one respect. "Why, Sarah," said her mistress, "what made you get white gloves?" Sarah drew herself up and said in tones of dignity, "Don't you s'pose I wants dem niggahs to see dat I'se got on gloves?"
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Dad (sternly): Where were you last night?
Son: Oh, just riding around with some of the boys.
Dad: Well, tell 'em not to leave their hairpins in the car.